Only a short time had passed.
Yet Shen Zhenhai had already unleashed hundreds of supreme techniques in rapid succession, each one so exquisite that even Void Glimpse Realm cultivators would have praised it as a brilliant move.
Whether in his grasp of timing or control over strength, Shen Zhenhai had achieved a level that could be called perfect.
But even so, the actual results displayed by those exquisite techniques could basically only be described as negligible.
Although Shen Zhenhai had tried every possible way to force Ling Wuyuan to take those attacks head-on, and had already tested nearly every type of attack—those targeting the soul, the physical body, energy...—he had ultimately failed to find any substantive weakness in Ling Wuyuan's mist-like transformation.
Of course.
After repeated attempts and careful observation, Shen Zhenhai was still able to deduce that when that mist-like transformation suffered effective attacks, it could not simply ignore them outright. Rather, it offset the damage inflicted upon itself by consuming a small amount of gray mist.
This directly meant that if an opponent were overwhelmingly powerful, then even if they could not find a weakness in Ling Wuyuan's mist-like transformation, they could still slowly grind him to death with the spirit of the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains.
Only...
Faced with this situation.
Shen Zhenhai could only helplessly put on a mask of pain.
At present.
Rather than saying he was grinding Ling Wuyuan to death, it would be more accurate to say that Ling Wuyuan was about to grind him to death...
His Innate Divine Ability was named Xuanji Wuchang.
Its effect was that, within a certain range, it allowed him to freely transfer his own attacks and simultaneously replicate them according to his needs.
This meant that if he wished, he could launch several, dozens, or